In clay from ancient times
our tread has deepened faded
graded its declines
those patterns of our gait
translate the size and height
our stance
we rise to walk upright
seize weapons of the hand and mind
our troubles multiply
our brains try hard to understand
have we
do we ever progress
we think it so
we know
and still we make the same mistakes
that man made eons ago

Margaret Ann Waddicor 18th November 2011.